Red River Rapids

Seen too much,

Yet never lived.

Always take —

I never give.

False displays,

Of omniscience —

Veiling my,

Deep ignorance.

All these seeds,

Never planted.

If I had,

One wish granted,

I’d ask for,

Blood to be drawn,

Let it pour,

Please bring it on —

Fill the cups,

Of those I’ve wronged —

Take it all,

Until it’s gone —

Crimson founts,

Bring forth my guilt —

Please destroy,

This life I’ve built —

Red rivers,

Baptismal floods —

Grant no Ark —

I’ll drown in blood.


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